"There is always a choice, Uncle." It was funny. Draco once felt he had none and wanted to spat at the ones who said there was more than one way to do things. His thought was far too deep for what Rodolphus indicated, but whenever anyone said "choice", Draco remembered feeling when he had none. He remembered feeling strangled by the only one he thought he had. "I mean," he said, smirking, "There are other empty chairs although why you would deny my brilliant company, I've no idea." There. That was better. No need to let the circumstances get to him.